Sin&#x27;s Confidant

He did not see him open the door.

The same inexplicable occurrence that had characterized their departure had repeated itself. Simply, within the rage of a second, reality simply altered, and the once closed door, was now open revealing the inside of a wide, dark room.

Not as sound had been made, nor a movement had been spotted.

Diego was crossed by a faint shiver, but this time it was out of excitement rather than fear : there was something of fascinating in the realization of being just abou to meet a man surrounded by such a mystery.

Taking a deep breath, ready to face the unknown challenges his imminent future would reserve, the blond walked in, letting the door close behind him. A loud thump echoed in the silence, somehow remarking the complete impossibility of turning back.

His eyes took a minute to get used to the little light the mansion offered, but finding DIO was not a challenge. After all, he was waiting for him. The jockey positioned himself in front of the taller man, and looked up at him, waiting for a further indication.

“DIO.”

“I overcomed your test. Was that enough of a proof?”

So much mystery blanketed the taller blond, an aura of true enigmatic background that could be not broken by even the most trained of eyes.

For they could not see into that which they did not understand, that which they were so ignorant about.

To even concede that time could stop at the beck and call of another, that would require them to renounce all manners of understanding about the world entirely, to where they would be left with no reasonable foundation to call the ground.

Which is what made him so dangerous.

Waiting, patiently, hands at his hips and a smirk at his lips, a shadow cast unto the room by a threshold being crossed, before the encroaching light was extinguished by the door coming to a close.

Better that it did, no longer bound into the furthest corners of the room from where sunlight had first placed itself upon.

Hands coming together in a spiteful clap. no amusement echoing throughout the room from the sounds he made.

Nigh, all it provided was acceptance.

“One test of many, my friend. But I shall not lead you on the path of curiosity with the idea of more tests to come, for now, you deserve a reward for such an accomplishment.

Paltry as it may be.”

STARTER FOR: mudaisms

She simply listened. Carefully. His speech eventually seemed to be interesting at some point. His own opinion of d e m o n s was nothing special however. Many, TOO many humans and others had the same thoughts of her species.

After the pause he gave between his dialogue the brunette let out a silent, almost soundless “hum” under her breathe. And shortly after a hardly noticable, soft smile ran across her lips. She found his once said opinion somewhat laughable, a bit amusing even. After all he wasn’t that wrong about it.

–” There are m a n y of those indeed-… But not all of them truly. And it might be hard to imagine but the ones that could be mention like you said, Have the highest change of never coming upon the earth. They’ll always stay below. Hidden in the flames.-….”

Her quiet and somewhat tired sounding voice replied. And as she did she felt the ruge to get herself into a more “comfortable position, wich meant that she simply lifted a leg that was once hanging off the building and bent her knee to place her cheeck upon it and wrap her arms lazingly around it. Shortly after her mumbling continued breaking the silence.

–” Thought,-…. I can hardly imagine a vampire by own making-… If you wouldn’t mind telling me-….I’m interested.”

Little care made for the understanding that she might find his own interpretation of demons to be lacking in the depth to which he shared it; he was not here to hold a long conversation about his beliefs with someone he knew nothing about.

No, that was reserved for very few people indeed.

Her hum was noted, the smile kept away within his memories for a later time. Something in his words had sparked the smallest reaction of amusement from her.

“Hidden, or restrained? For I doubt they are free to walk as they please, they have earned the names attributed to their kind from actions and mindsets; Hardly do they deserve to be free to do as they pleased.”

Below. Hell?

Most likely.

As she moved to appease the ache in her muscles, he turned away aurum hues and let his eyes fall closed, focusing so intently now only on the sounds about him. An exercise to remain in control, to remain sharp.

And, it made it easier to detect her voice, quiet as it was.

“I was not turned by another vampire, but by a tool that was activated by my hand alone. I was alone and independent of all forces, supernatural and otherwise, in the effort of rejecting my humanity and achieving a higher state of being.”

#askanniebexter

Left alone, Diego gazed at the now empty space in front of him. Quickly, he looked around searching for him, but it was all for nothing : not a trace was left of DIO and his titanic stand. It was true : that wasn’t a man like any other.

But it wasn’t like he had the time to lose himself in wonders : it was better to complete his task as soon as possible. Reaching the place with some advance would have made a good impression, or so the jockey hoped. He began immediately.

Not having any clue apart from the other’s name, the only way to gather more information appeared to be interrogating any possible witness. If someone had seen DIO coming or leaving, with a bit of luck, they could have noticed some relevant details. It would have a good start.

Two days passed, and the jockey had already realized how naive he’d been. Finding the infamous mansion turned out to be way more difficult than he had imagined. Diego had managed to discover something, but there was no certainty about its accuracy, not to mention he still needed to reach the place…

It was the third day’s late afternoon. Finally, the jockey stood in front off the imposing building he supposed to be DIO’s dwelling. Unsure of what to do, Diego called out loud

“DIO, as I promised I found your place.”

Now He could only hope to receive an answer…

A single glance afforded to the blond from atop a building so far away, before turning and letting his steps carry him from the sight of any that would endeavor to follow him.

Not that anyone in their right mind would.

The days passed in eased boredom, tabs kept up on his forced pursuers efforts by way of proxy; other stand users that he employed. Some even approached by the jockey himself, yet they did not adhere to his game.

No, they served only to take note of him.

For the chance of running into the jockey if he ventured out once more into the night was high enough to where he dared not afford him that luxury, the chance to be used to make the game come to an end by the other left at zero.

So his time was spent reading, or indulging in a few particulars of his position; sending stand users out, managing those that were around, and simply relaxing.

As was his right.

Finally, the third day came with the rising of the sun, the infernal ball of light that confined the GOD to his home until it set.

No longer staying within his study, the day one of reflection, of self-care.

Not to look good for his newest addition, but because an impression was to be made at all times.

And to remind his body who it truly belonged to.

Words finally breaking the monotony of silence by late afternoon, smile creeping unto his lips at the words.

So proud of himself, yet so nervous that he’d failed.

Unable to venture out to greet him, however, the only option was that of opening the door for him.

But not so simple as to do so and expose himself.

No, he did so under the cover of a time at pause.

Door that was once closed now open, inviting the outsider into the comparatively dark interior of his mansion.

That was where he waited.

STARTER FOR: mudaisms

She had not said too much. Not much more than she expected herself to. However continuing it was something she’d preffered not to do so. But only the slip of her tounge seemed to be the thing that pulled the trigger. There was no turn back now was there?

–”……”

A pause, once again. As always.

–” My preference….. ….. I’m not sure-….. -….What other names are there for a D E M O N-…”

There have been enough question from the fellow on her side. He seemed to have much interest in things that were p o s s i b l y not his concern. That might’ve been the half demon’s only bother. However she felt the the U R G E to ask something about the male as well, but the thought of the outcome made the brunette having an over coming feeling of F E A R. The only question that dared to leave her mouth after was a simple mumble. But her eyes. Still being unable to take a stronger hold on the other.

–” And so-…. If we do may I ask what your t y p e is?…”

If only those were the best words to put the question into. But she truly felt no further intention to b o t h e r him more. He didn't seemed to be the type who would let things go so easily like she would hope so. On the other hand, she was still tired indeed. She was too tired to care about this conversation any further. Let him be. Let him not get angered was the main reason of her still being.

#askanniebexter #{Pfft it's not late don't worry~}

Yet, though she saw herself as one who shared so little, he looked not only to words to see questions answered and understood. Actions worked just as well to ascertain answers about certain topics, some basic understanding of her personality gained from how she held herself before him.

And how she was careful to avoid his toes with her tone.

“Those that have fallen, the damned, those who cloak themselves in the darkness of night...though some are more true to particular subsets of demons than others.”

Most obviously the latter; it was not true for all demons that existed.

But, he was not here to identify how she preferred to be called. No part of him cared to appease her mind with the prospect of addressing her as she wished to be, he would speak to her as he saw fit.

And if that included denying her the use of her name from his lips, so be it.

Aurum hues turned to the masses that slowly ambled about below them, so thin in amount, as opposed to how they had been only hours before. Her question had turned him to look away, wording leaving him both amused and perplexed.

Did she mean his species?

So hard to tell in how she phrased it, and yet, that was all it could be about.

“A vampire or my own making, humanity discarded and thrown away for its weakness.

That is my type.”

STARTER FOR: mudaisms

His words, and acts. All seeming sharp and heavy when placed upon the half demon, thus after her reply could’ve been heard her eyes slowly shifted aways, back onto the people below. At least what was reamining by the time. It was late by now for sure, and it would’ve been a to say she didn’t feel tired already. However simply ending this conversation would’ve come with consequences.

A silent but painfully taken breathe was inhaled from the cigarette that was still dangling from between her lips, before she could’ve let out her answer her hand shifted to eventually take out the burning tobaco. She preferred to not get deeper into this “trouble” than it already is.

–”…Neither do I-… Since I’m not a human myself-…… T h a n k f u l l y -.…”

The U R G E to keep that real identity in herself was strong. However that wouldn’t have got the situation to anywhere, except for worse. If only a second or two passed after her tired mumble finally broke the silence again.

–”..Half-demon as m a n y, and I prefer as-..”

Along pause. Or complete silence rather. She had nothing to tell after or to reply to his last words. If he goes after himself so s t r o n g ly and powerfully. Then so be it.

fatecipheroriginal-deactivated2

To what end was there conversation reaching? A continued indulgence in pointless murmurs, little spoken but names and hints of what was really behind the two individuals.

Would they continue this idiotic dance?

Apparently so, but without falling into the purgatory of boredom that had cloaked all words beforehand.

“You are not human? A common factor between us, it seems.”

So blatant in his statement, gaze not shifting to the idea that it was necessary that his words be seen as important; simply that they were a fact of the matter. Nothing more, nothing less, a way to see eye to eye.

More for her sake; let her rise up to the gaze of GOD and be free from the ground that shackled her.

And still, though, they were not of the same vein of inhumanity.

Lest she began as a human and turned to that of a vampire.

Another slow turn to words, however, his thoughts dashed as she gave away some small truth of herself to the other. Intentional? Or a slip of the tongue? She seemed as if continuing was a mistake, which made him only desire to hear it more.

“You prefer what, hmm? Please, do go on.”

#askanniebexter

Hotspot Meme: Core

Use these prompts as either starters or drabble inspiration!

Your muse gets the idea that, hey, they could totally do that pole thing.

Your muse has noticed another patron is watching them instead of the show.

While trying to find the restroom, your muse ends up in a private booth!

An over-excited patron is causing a mess all over the stage …and your muse.

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#fc!meme;

STARTER FOR: mudaisms

It was incredibly u n c a n n y from him to have such strong interest in her once said ability. He not seemed to be the type who let go of an idea as she could’ve notice. But after judging the book by it’s cover maybe that wasn’t the most suprising thing of him after all. A soundless sigh left her troath, her eyes slowly drawing themselves to take a focus upon the other, once and final. Possibly it’s just her ambition to show herself stronger, or just her own stubborness. Either way if he wants to know about such thing so be it. There cannot be anything to lose after all.

Eyes halfly shaded before her mumbling finally broke the silence that was remained after the other’s “speech”

–” I have the C o n t r o l l over any F I R E and H E A T and the S M O K E that’s included with it….”

–” I have n o t h i n g againts your words about my name, I just truly have not thought about such compliance to stuck with it-…”

Her true opinion.If only he would know what those could be.However having the controll to keep that said opinion deeply burried within was worth mentioning. And so it was how she was able to not mention the fello about his being, since she had some conjecture of her own about him. Should she ask? Should she dare? No. Not yet…

–” Sure you aren’t….. My apologize if I would do such-…….”

Knowing so little of someone that was so obviously different from the rest didn’t sit with him in any enjoyable way; the desire for knowledge to sate the unending pursuit of knowledge that he housed within his soul calling out to see itself sated upon her being.

No matter what must be done to see it so.

A second stare afforded to him, finally, two gazes meeting and holding against each other like a silent conversation. His own, overpowering and still, waiting patiently for her words to come forth and appease him in his curiosity. Her own gaze only half full, either diminished by having to look upon the face of one that was so overbearing, or simply a neutral expression for her.

It seemed plausible to assume either.

When words did come, though, he found himself almost bored of the answer, of its implications.

Impressive to the masses, surely, but to him, it was nothing but a parlor trick.

He had power that dwarfed hers.

“Interesting. I know no human that was born with such a power.” Almost a lie. No human that was not gifted with a stand, to be more precise, but the notion would no doubt go over her head.

And yet he’d been careful to emphasis the race to which he spoke within his sentence, to see if it would rouse a response in due kind.

Would she deny humanity as what sired her?

“Your ability to believe my words is astounding, if not equally insulting. My word is fair, and not cloaked by any trickery.”

#askanniebexter

mudaisms

Words could only serve a purpose as to outline the ideas of what was to transpire later within an agreement or life, and not at all any sort of binding contract that would hold another back in their decisions to do something foolish at a later time.

But it did what he’d set out to do.

That was, to offer this DIO the chance to see that there was a reasonable side to his new master.

Hand never taken; others would have found the act rude. Able to forgive the other blond in this circumstance, his own hand rarely seen as something others would approach of their own volition.

Dropping it down to his waist, fingers splayed out as words of inquiry attempted to unravel the mystery that was his own coronation, only to be met with a head-shake and laugh.

“Nor would I believe that you would actually try to appear as anything save for helpful. Yet, for the time being, I have no orders to give, no position for you to play. I must reassess the playing field now that I have another piece upon it, to see where best you would be suited.”

A test, perhaps, first?

Assess his talent, see what he could do.

“Come to my mansion in three days. I shall be expecting you, and shall have something of substance for you to pursue when you arrive.”

“Your mansion ?”

The lack of any other information hinted the true nature of those words. A challenge, a test to try his abilities.

Diego reflected on his chances to successfully complete it and the possible outcomes of a failure. He doubted DIO would have left him totally free to go, especially after deluding his expectations. But at this point it was too late to have second thoughts. He had only one option.

“Three days are enough, I will find your mansion and meet you there. You won’t be disappointed.”

The jockey offered the other man a more confident glance, having found a new determination. His task appeared reasonably easy to accomplish : in front of him stood an individual that could hardly go unnoticed and,with a bit of luck, his dwelling wasn’t different.

“But I suppose our paths shall split for now.” The blond added, waiting for a signal that confirmed the end of their meeting.

So quick on the uptake, barely a few seconds passing before he’d grasped the true intent behind his seemingly innocuous command.

Make it there, and you’d be cemented as a henchman.

Not fully an ally, very few claimed that title, but over time, he’d have the chance to prove he was worthy of such a mantle.

Besides, simply finding his home was not enough to warrant any praise.

It wasn’t very inconspicuous by any definition of the word.

“I hope so, for your sake.”

For his disappointment was always want to mix within the boundary of anger, dictating his actions thereafter.

And there would be no retribution for the other if he failed.

Gaze of renewed vigor seen, back turned to it as he failed to offer any other words of encouragement or guidance. His deed was done for the night, other activities requiring his immediate attention.

Not even a word offered as closing, instead the warping of time being his farewell; unknown to this other DIO, of course, only being able to register the half-step the titan took, before his form disappeared without a trace as his foot seemed ready to come down.

Such was the power of a GOD, blatantly used to cement the difference between them.

He had accepted, or so it seemed.

Probably a good result, but far from being enough. Their agreement,after all, was only composed by words and promises at the moment. And both things were prone to change rather easily.

Diego carefully observed the man’s movements, just in case something could suggest a continuation of hostility, and thus he noticed his “nails”…Definitely dangerous - looking, they appeared to be able to inflict serious wounds.

Carefully, the jockey took some step closer.

What was supposed to happen now ? He doubted the other Dio would have left him go so easily. Not loyalty normally required a proof, but, judging by his speech, the shorter blond had gained the impression he intend his allies to work close to his side.

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“ What will be of me now that I decided to join you ? Do I have to pronounce an oath or follow some orders ? I hardly think you would just let me go as if nothing was…”

“…And neither I wish this to happen.”

Diego promptly added. “ I have all the intention to make it clear you won’t regret accepting me by yours side.”

But it did what he’d set out to do.

That was, to offer this DIO the chance to see that there was a reasonable side to his new master.

Hand never taken; others would have found the act rude. Able to forgive the other blond in this circumstance, his own hand rarely seen as something others would approach of their own volition.

Dropping it down to his waist, fingers splayed out as words of inquiry attempted to unravel the mystery that was his own coronation, only to be met with a head-shake and laugh.

A test, perhaps, first?

Assess his talent, see what he could do.

“Come to my mansion in three days. I shall be expecting you, and shall have something of substance for you to pursue when you arrive.”

fatecipheroriginal-deactivated2

Send the phrase remember them and I’ll use this to choose a scenario set during the Memorial.

Preparing for the Memorial.

Aiding another through their grief.

Caught in a pod / pod bus during traffic.

Watching the event from afar / on feeds.

Reflecting on one’s mortality and that of others.

Recognizing someone on the marquee / projector.

Discussing the Cipher’s new, still unknown Guardian.

On the light rail heading toward or out of Meridian.

Going out with or contacting family / friends.

At a crowded but quiet Ebrium Park.

These can be used as inspiration for either Drabbles or Opens. Be sure to clarify if you want a specific type of response.

You may roll again if you receive a repeat number. You may also combine scenarios, if you please.

Fate Cipher members only.

#fc!meme

STARTER FOR: mudaisms

As the thick peculiar smelling smoke flew our from the small thread of her cigarette, the brunette let out a soft sigh. A hand shifted shortly after to get a hold onto it and yet again remove from between her lips to give a “proper” answer to the taller male’s question. However her halfly shaded eyes’ focus was still upon the thing between two fingers of hers. The fellow on her side surely seemed strange in his own ways as well. Thus she didn’t felt further intention to not give some inforation out about herself.The half-demon oddly liked to “show-off” her powers in a way or two. But always taking a care to not gain more trouble with it than she was already into,… most of the time.

–” It is Helpful in a way for my ‘ a b i l i t y ‘. The smoke that remians stays in my lungs becasue I have the power to do so-”

The very tiny “flame” that was burning the tobaco inside the paper tube caught the girl’s attention for a short moment. The way it drew the lights after itself while her thumb made the thread twist from the bottom. It was a bit of a fascinating thing to watch.

Until the other’s tone of voice broke the silence. Her gaze almost immediately shifted over to the male. How much was he greedy for attenion to have such R e a m r k about a name as simple as hers. Her brows raised in a sign of suprise and ‘ a m u s e m e n t “. Her sharpened pupils took a “spotlgith” upon the other’s. eyes. If only she would’ve dared to T A K E the time with staring more than a split second or two. His sharp gaze gave her the short feeling of F e a r. But the brunette.. was surely not the type to run as once mentioned by the male.

–” Quaint?… Think that’s the last thing my name have been ever described…. I mostly thought about it as A v a r g e -….”

A small pause. Then she continued her usual mumbling, mixed with a trivial mocking tone:

–” It’s ‘‘ n i c e ‘‘ to meet you I believe-….”

#askanniebexter #{It's fine~}

Did he need to say anything about her obvious reluctance to meet his gaze? Conclusions of his own to be made, taking it as a sign of fear over meeting the gaze of another that excluded so much power.

Or simply a reluctance to address anyone that she spoke to.

Further thought denied a chance to cement itself as the primary anchor to which his attention shifted, her words finally catching up to the question that he had made multiple times over.

Not that the answer was helpful to gaining any further understanding of her reasoning.

“Some would say that such an ability, as you put it, is only the result of multiple years of smoking. Yet, you phrase it so oddly that I can’t help but wonder the extent to which you mean.

Does the smoke every escape from your lungs, or does it remain as long as you desire it to?”

A form of empowering herself until it was needed?

As if she would give a straight answer.

Gaze met as she seemed offended by his notation of her name, his own opinion clashing so harshly against her own that it seemed to break her from her stupor.

Backbone ill-afforded to remain in the face of a GOD, though, gaze falling away as it tried to stay in sync with aurum hues.

“Your thoughts on your name are influenced by a bias that was born into you by having that name chosen as your own; of course you would not turn to such a descriptor such as quaint.”

Which is why an outside opinion was needed.

Eyebrow raised at the induction of formality of social convention, finally speaking to that which he was raised with.

“You believe? I am not some other that you need to placate, girl, not yet. Your thoughts can be shared, your true opinion shown, I am not to be hurt by any words you use.”

Happy Valentines Day! Love, Mods Lanna & Wick

#{Saw this late}#{Still love it}#submission

Fear?

No, it was something different. Caution maybe. And hope of obtaining something, be it a way to get rid of the other, or one of the utopian goals the taller man offered.

In truth, Diego did feel nervous. But even if dread crossed his being, it wasn’t what motivated him.

“ I’m simply wise enough to recognize that confrontation would bring me no good, no matter how it ends.”

”The only possible outcomes are either Death or a worthless victory. The winner would only gain a brief satisfaction from the other’s demise, but nothing in his life would actually change.”

“Instead, you’re offering me something of way more appealing than that. From the little you’ve said, I can understand you’re after great goals.”

“ Do not misunderstand my words, I’m not moved by fear and I won’t deny my name: I’m just putting that fool argument apart. There are more important questions that need to be discussed.”

Satisfied by his own answer, the jockey paused. He hoped his words had been enough to convince him and ,in the mean time, save some of his dignity. Appearing as a coward was something he couldn’t bear.

Underlying roots of uncertainty and anxiety both, perhaps attempted to hide away in the wish to appear much more full of himself within the gaze of the preeminent.

But the eyes of GOD saw all, knew what was done.

What hopes drove those beneath him, what little lives coveted and desired.

Words were only a quick sight into the thoughts of the mind of whoever was speaking; not always intent on speaking the truth, attempts made to mask whatever feelings were buried beneath the facade of a visage intent on denying the truth.

Such was the truth behind this other DIO’s words.

Not intent on a truth to speak from lips intent on lies, speaking hopefully towards the ego of a GOD that wished to hear himself amused.

It worked, possibly, some small part of DIO finding his words to strike a chord of contentment.

The other majority, however, knew that his words failed to convey his entire sentiment of feeling, hoping so obviously to cater to the needs of his better.

And he would give him this boon.

Hands clapped together in acceptance, reaching forward as if to take a handshake.

Nails daggers, not at all the accepting image that the other likely desired.

“You speak plainly to my desires, so clear that you wish only to that of a greater world. Gladly will I, DIO, take you under my wing and allow you the chance to help work towards such a noble goal.

Your work will never be forgotten, your accomplishment lorded among even mine for their importance.

Welcome, Dio.

May you find your place at my side.”

Not-so-bright employees are heard gossiping: "Honestly, I don't think Mavok'd ever invite him into her Court. She'd never put up with his shitty attitude. " "Seriously. She demands respect, he'd just try and take over..."

…Did they not realize that he could hear them?

Or did they believe themselves unable to be damaged for simply speaking of him in such a tone?

Either way, his found himself immediately regressing to ire.

Steps taken so quickly until he was towering over them both, sneer at his lips.

"So candidly do you speak of me, and yet, you have not the spine to share those thoughts with the one that they are directed towards.

The worst kind of cowards I see before me, and ones that are imbued with little practical skill in the, as made obvious by your lacking drive to find a better job then this.

And yet, this job is too much for you, as made obvious by your comments.”

Both hands coming forth to take them both by the neck, so quick to bring them up from the ground and let them writhe in pitiful penance for what they had done.

"Be prepared to lose your jobs within the week, and know that it was I who made it so.

Enjoy your disgustingly simple life, cretins.”

#;fate'sstand #Anonymous

askvandarra-lance

Oh?

-A sickening grin spread across my face, as I took several steps forward. Now standing in the middle of the desolate street.-

Because I was under the impression that I was.

I mean….after all, you are still here, talking to me. If I bored you in any way, you would have killed me long ago. Either that or simply walked away.

-It was a silly remark but I had a plan. And things needed to go my way.

This ‘form’ as one would call it was gifted to me by someone much more monstrous than the asshole of a man I was dealing with currently, and the being I used it to kill was even more so.

That being said, this form has a flaw. It requires me to be in close combat. The black liquid that drips from me is poisonous to vampires and if the liquid so much as touches the skin of another….the burning pain is like that of the sun.

Knowing I would have to put myself in harms way by being close to you, I was cautious. I know you have been doing something, using something, but I still struggled with what. What had caused all those things you did, to strike me so fast, my eyes couldn’t see. Super speed? I had heard of some vampires gaining that ability, but was that really the case here?

I stretched out my palms and pointed them at the ground underneath me. Maintaining eye contact with you, a faint red circle opened up around me and lingered for a moment before fading. Almost like it didn’t work. But it did. And I was armed.-

So, what is it going to be, oh mighty Dio? Will you strike me, down, like the urchin you claim me to be, or will you run and leave me in peace?

Narrowed hues as steps mixed with words, taunts made to drag out a reaction, hoping to hit some unseen button that would prolong his decision to remain still.

Did she believe that he would fall for such a tactic?

Neither a fool or a neophyte, many a fight studied, many more indulged in.

He was not going to lose just yet.

“And your impression would be incorrect, as expected of someone so childish. What makes you believe that you would be able to understand my rationale, my reasoning for prolonging this encounter?

Perhaps I remain only to see you tortured more, to make it abundantly clear of the difference between myself, and you.

I have always wanted to know how many knives it would take to kill another vampire.”

A grin of his own, spiteful as opposed to sickened, ruptured from his lips, so quick to call upon what happened moments ago to wring out any feelings of annoyance.

Holding still in the air, finally affording a push from his stand to bring him back to the edge of the roof.

Why would he bring himself close to her when he could instead make her do the same?

Catching that circle of red that appeared and fizzled away, the point of the action lost upon him.

Preparing for later? Or too weak to make it work?

And yet, no focus afforded to the circle. Not caring to make sure it did work, giving away that it had to have, otherwise her attention would have been split.

A trap, probably.

“The temptation is high. To smite you down and end your obviously miserable existence. But I find myself tired by lack of energy I’ve had to put forth before this, and have no wish to move from my spot.

Now, will your pride allow you to simply walk away from the one who treated you as nothing but trash, or will you come and fight me?

The decision is yours.”

#askvandarralance

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